❤️ Completed ❤️ She brings two coffee mugs in her hands and sees that he is busy with his work, she does not want to disturb him in any way, so she immediately goes to the balcony by places the coffee mug in front of him. But a very beautiful and shy smile always appears on her face whenever he is in front of her. She is pressing her lips under her teeth to control her rapid heartbeat. Takes his eyes off his laptop, watches her walk towards the balcony, and immediately holds his coffee mug and enjoys its fragrance for a while, with a smile, and sips it a little bit. He always loves her presence around him and deliberately shows that he is not noticing her. A wide smile starts crafting on his lips after remembering her shy smile which always enhances her beauty when she sees him. ****************************** He is driving too fast and with a strong jerk, he stops his car on a deserted road because he knows she is very disturbed today. She looked outside and cried silently. Then he forcibly makes the girl sitting next to him sit on his lap but as soon as she is sitting on his lap she starts hitting on his chest with her soft and small palms. She is very angry with him and wants to show her anger just like this. He also knows that he has made a mistake and is ready for this punishment. But he immediately grabs her nape and crushes his lips with her soft petals. She feels shocked but starts moving her lips with him while having a lot of tears in her eyes. ********************************* A journey from fighting to sweet banters. In short, it's just arranged marriage that turns into a very sweet journey.

Before she drew her first breath, a 8-year-old boy named Kritant Kaalvansh told the stars her name. When Indusha arrived, she became his entire world - his reason, his light, his faith. And for Indusha, the innocent girl with wonder in her eyes, Kritant was the world. They were childhood best friends, two souls carved from the same fate, believing nothing could ever come between them. But the world is cruel to things that are too pure. A lie, a betrayal, a tragedy - it tore them apart when she was 6 and he was 14. She was told he abandoned her. He was told she was better off without him. The separation shattered him. Without his world, Kritant Kaalvansh chose to become hell. Years pass, and the boy who loved her becomes a man whispered about in fear - Kaalvansh, ruthless, untouchable, a demon who rules his empire with violence. Compassion died with his childhood. The only rule he never broke: never hurt the innocent. It's the last echo of the girl he lost. Indusha grew too, but differently. She was drawn to cruelty of the world, innocent yet tormented. She doesn't remember much of him, just fragments of a boy who once made her feel safe. Then destiny, playful as ever puts her in his path again. Now he stands before her - not the Kritant who held her hand through storms, but the Kaalvansh who creates them. And she looks at him with eyes whom her soul remembers. He has everything: power, fear, blood on his hands. But the moment she says "I am scared" - just once, innocently- the demon falters. Because for him, Indusha is still the world. And for her, Kritant is still the only one she ever knew. The question is: When a demon named Kaalvansh meets the innocence he was born to protect, does he destroy her to keep his darkness... or does Indusha remind Kritant how to be human again? Can a love that began before birth survive what the world turned him into? And can her innocence withstand his sins, or will it break them both for good?

20-year-old Shree Rawat was an innocent girl whose world revolved around nothing but her books. But her innocence had already caught the dangerous eye of Sher Shergill. A man feared for his brutality and ruthless nature, Sher had become dangerously obsessed with Shree. Blinded by his madness, he crosses every limit and forcibly kidnaps her from her college. Will Shree manage to escape the clutches of that ruthless beast? Or will Sher's deadly obsession trap her in a cage from which there is no escape?

Hello , it's my first story "Mai inse shadi nhi karungi kyuki ye ek mafia hai , papa" she said in tremble voice. "Humari identity humari families ke samne la kr accha nhi kiya doll aapne". He said in sternly . Saurya sigh shekhawat. college student and mafia also. 21 years old. Siya Thakur . college student and dancer also. 20 years old. There parents are best friends . Siya always scared seeing saurya. . . . Childhood Love.💗 . . . "Meri bhen tumse pyar krti hai , par tum nhi karoge vrna ye tumhari bhen ke liye achha nhi hoga " saurya singh shekhawat. A new chapter will be posted every other day.

🦋 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓮, 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝔂... "𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵." Now remember this fvcking face of mine- because from today onwards... you should know exactly who owns your nightmares. 👑🖤 ༺═────────────═༻ 🦋 𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓲 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 soft. silent. shattered. 🎀 A girl who learned too early that screams don't save you... and words only make everything worse. 🥀 Broken by people. Punished by fate. Given away like she never belonged to herself in the first place. 🕊️ ༺═────────────═༻ 👑 𝓐𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓽𝔂𝓪 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱 𝓢𝓱𝓮𝓴𝓱𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓽 a man whose silence is more dangerous than violence. 🖤 Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who rules empires with a glance... and destroys people without even raising his voice. 👑 He never wanted love. Never believed in softness. And definitely never wanted a wife. But when his Dadi chose her- he agreed. ✨ Not to love her. Not to heal her. Not to understand her. Only to keep her. 🕯️ ༺═────────────═༻ 🖤 She doesn't speak. 👑 He doesn't feel. And somewhere between his control... and her silence- something dark begins to bloom. 🥀 Something obsessive. Something dangerous. Something neither of them can escape anymore. ⛓️ ༺═────────────═༻ He calls her "Butterfly" 🦋 Like she's delicate. fragile. breakable. Like she belongs in his hands. But what Achintya doesn't know is- ✨ some butterflies don't die inside cages. 🦋 They survive. They wait. And when the time comes- they fly. ༺═────────────═༻ ⚠️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞

At the age of twenty, Jhanak Patel is called out in the middle of her college class and taken straight to the courthouse, where she is married to Sharad Sherawat. She is told that one day his family will return with a grand wedding procession to take her home as his wife. She waits... for days, then months, and eventually four long years. But no wedding procession ever arrives. Sharad never comes for her. Done with waiting, Jhanak decides to go to Sharad's city herself... only to come face to face with the man who never came to claim his wife.

It is not a standalone. This is the continuation part two of my book The Malhotras so if you are my new reader please read the first part for the better understanding of the characters, plots and storyline.

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

"Kuch kahaniyan kabhi poori nahi hoti... isiliye woh dobara janam leti hain." When fate tore them apart in another lifetime, their souls carried the ache forward, not to forget, but to complete a love left unfinished. He was reborn as a king, not only to rule a kingdom, but to command the shadows as a Mafia King. Surrounded by power, feared by many, yet loneliness flowed silently through his veins. She returned to the world alone, fighting for survival, bearing pain no soul should endure. And when she believed nothing worse could happen, darkness claimed her eyes. Forgotten. Broken. Unprotected. Yet somewhere within her fragile heart, hope waited... for someone she could not see, but had always belonged to. She yearned for love. He had been deprived of it his entire life. And then... they met again. He found her in her most fragile state. She found him without knowing his face. This time, fate will not test their love, it will measure the depth of their devotion. Because some souls are reborn not to begin again, but to finish what destiny once destroyed. And this time... love refuses to die.